Silent Cries

I am so weak and small
Weaker, smaller than them all,
Yet so strong and mighty I will someday be,
If only one, just one person will have mercy on me.
Please don’t take advantage of my weakness,
But think about my strange uniqueness.
Not one person on the earth will be like me,
Not one will have my destined qualities.
To see my hair, my finger prints and eyes
Is God’s special gift and you should count it a prize.
So, please don’t try to hide me,
But let the world see,
Mommy, oh Mommy,
Please don’t murder me.

Think of everything I may become
I might be even more special then some.
I might be the President of the USA
Or be an actress and hit the shows in LA.
But maybe I will not be well known,
I could waste my life and roam.
Perhaps I will grow old with no one to love,
And my only help would come from above.
But if this were to be the case,
Wouldn’t you still love me, despite my earthly place?
Mommy, Mommy don’t you care?
Don’t you desire to smell my fuzzy hair?
To play with all my little toes,
And playfully squeeze my perfect nose.
Mommy, oh Mommy, please.
Don’t murder me.

So I hear that you ruined your life,
You filled it with needless emotion and strife.
You slept around and became pregnant
Oh and how your pregnancy wasn’t meant.
But it gives you the right to kill me I suppose?
I thought children were a mother’s special little rose.
Shows how much you cared about me,
When really all you wanted was to be free.
Am I the so-called ‘consequence’ for your actions?
Do you count me as one of your many distractions?
To do away with as you please?
Do I have to beg you on my knees?
Mommy, Mommy,
Don’t murder me.

Now it is my turn to speak for the child,
But be prepared for my speech is not mild.
Didn’t I say in my Word,
And haven’t you heard?
I love the small children, let them come unto me.
I give them life so they may be free.
They are my creations, precious and sure.
Do not kill them because you were impure.
In my Word I say, “Do not kill.”
And you went against my holy will.
And you gave an innocent child their death, undeserved.
Now, justice must be served.
You will get your reward
For your unfair aboard.
And I must tell you the truth,
Now, things will not go well with you.
And another thing, I also said “Anything done to the least
Of these, is done to me.”
Oh dear mother,
Don’t you see?
When you murdered your child you murdered me?

Poem By:  Ashley Jones 
Used with permission.

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